Life inside a shadow
The ultimate abyss
Spontaneously moving to what end?
Everything has purpose
I am the voice of images,
yes, a slave with many masters
I am the negatives that gave birth to old photos
and films
I am the Pupil of your eyes,
the glorious iris will not share it's beauty
Even the reflection has a better lot in life
On the wall, I am subject to whatever the hand desires to be,
I do take delight in this as I love to see children play
My jubilee is the eclipse,
I must admit, me and my kind,
rule the dark side of the moon
We are puzzled about cold and hot,
it being a concept that we cannot comprehend,
which in terms you can understand,
us being beneath any value
I ask you,
What would life be without us?
Well, you would become of our nature
Light would burst from the ground, as well as the oceans
Overwhelming brilliance would blind you,
just as staring continuously at the sun
Yes, life inside a shadow,
A diminution,
equating to the ultimate abyss
I wrote the split images 'Light Shadow Flickered In Time Before Atomic Clocks', 'Time Cycles All Life Lives', and 'Ancient Societies Place Humanity Within Cosmic Scales', while still contemplating the poem 'A Shadows Worth' by the poet Bill Cantrell and dedicated to the poet Bill Cantrell.
a poem of exceptional quality read with interest intrigue and pleasure, I must admit shadows have shadowed me as a theme returned to over the years, when we immerse in shadows
I wrote the poems 'Poets Read Selected Poetry With Pleasure', 'Life Shadows Us With Infinite Possibilities' and 'Shadows Hold Infinite Possibilities', inspired by the poem 'A Shadows Worth' by the poet Bill Cantrell and dedicated to Bill Cantrell.
Yes, you are correct about the profundity of the poem. Those who are less fortunate in this world are closer to and dearer to Almighty. Full **** for this thought provoking poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wrote the poems 'Light Shadow Ruled Ancient Time' and 'Mysteries Timeless Modern Neon Lights Blind Us', while still contemplating the poem 'A Shadows Worth' by the poet Bill Cantrell and dedicated to the poet Bill Cantrell.